Blue Pills & Chocolate Eggs

2023-03-19T15:15:52Z

Awful mood continues.

It’s clearly external because when I wake up, I’m always cheerful.

But then I remember, Right. I’m alive. And I’m here.

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I suspect the mood is most likely connected to working too hard. By nature, I am extremely indolent and always happiest when I’m sitting around doing absolutely nothing but indulging in ADHD.

But I absolutely have to finish a certain amount of Remunerative Work every week to keep the clients happy, and in addition to the three days a week I volunteer as a TaxBwana, word has gotten out about my awesome tax-preparation superpowers, so that now I am being hit up quite often outside of TaxBwana—most recently by Brenda who owns the local Dairy Queen and also had a geothermal pump installed, which may qualify her for the mysterious IRS green energy credit.

I like Brenda, so I said, Sure.

Too bad I don’t like Dairy Queen because I’m pretty sure my future now contains unlimited access to Blizzards, Stackburgers, and the like.

Brenda is the last person I’m going to say Sure to, though.

But anyway, my days as a 2022 TaxBwana are numbered. The tax filing date this year is April 18th, but my last day is April 5th, and on April 6th, I am getting on that plane to Guatemala.

And I had to double down on the Remuneration this last week because next week, I’m going up to Ithaca to see RTT for a couple of days.

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Also, yesterday, every electronic device I tried to use decided to go on the fritz. In-car coil that connects me to my music and podcasts, Bluetooth-enabled earbuds that do the same, electronic fob that powers the car.

I got them all working again, but not before I entertained paranoid fantasies that my name is on The AI Shit List, and once the AIs succeed in taking over completely, I will be the first to become a human battery, dreaming of The Matrix.

In fact, how do I know I’m not already a human battery dreaming of The Matrix?

Where’s that blue pill when you really need it?

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Anyway, I was in such a funk by evening that I turned down an invitation to eat corned beef and cabbage because I was afraid that I would just sit there mute while silent tears seeped from my eyes throughout the dinner festivities. Plus, I don’t actually like corned beef and cabbage.

Instead, I went to bed, ate chocolate Easter eggs and watched National Velvet.

National Velvet is quite the heart-rending film. Mickey Rooney, in particular, is very, very good in it. One forgets that Mickey Rooney was actually an extremely talented actor.

And, of course, the great thing about late Easters is that there are chocolate Easter eggs for weeks and weeks and weeks.

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